Bob Hartig
EF5
I've been chasing for a few years now and seen a few tornadoes, but never in the heart of tornado alley nor with the kind of slow-moving, photogenic storms as this week's. Tuesday southwest of Hill City was my first encounter with a nice, slow-moving southern Plains tornado. It was also my first experience with chaser convergence, and I have to say, I was amazed. The only thing missing was the popcorn truck--and this was not on some well-traveled main artery. It was on a backroad of rain-slick Kansas clay.
Did I mention that this was my second experience with wet Kansas clay? Even in my buddy's 4WD, navigating the stuff is like driving in pudding. How on earth is anyone supposed to pull off to the side without getting stuck? We found it hard just to keep moving without getting slurped into the mud, at which point our wheels would most certainly have gotten buried (which, by the way, is exactly what happened in my first encounter with Kansas clay).
Backroads--solitude? Not on the one we took. I can't feel too badly about it since I'm part of the problem, but I want to see the storms just as much as anyone, and I'm learning as I go along. Evidently finding the right storm is only part of the challenge; finding a decent place to park is the other part.
Did I mention that this was my second experience with wet Kansas clay? Even in my buddy's 4WD, navigating the stuff is like driving in pudding. How on earth is anyone supposed to pull off to the side without getting stuck? We found it hard just to keep moving without getting slurped into the mud, at which point our wheels would most certainly have gotten buried (which, by the way, is exactly what happened in my first encounter with Kansas clay).
Backroads--solitude? Not on the one we took. I can't feel too badly about it since I'm part of the problem, but I want to see the storms just as much as anyone, and I'm learning as I go along. Evidently finding the right storm is only part of the challenge; finding a decent place to park is the other part.